Let me be a forest ranger and I will thread my way like a needle through the woods in search of the elusive periwinkle plant or a white-tailed deer. At break time, I will spread my cotton blanket across the forest floor and take off…

Periwinkle sky, A backdrop that supports the clouds that spread like sourdough bread Stretched out A bread to brake and share with friends My mind drifts like the roaming clouds Curious about the storefront A store located, the one I want, A Carrier of needles…

How to Make Retirement Look Easy (for Andy)   I’m in awe of those seasoned veterans how they work a hundred years leave legacies to shape generations. They shrug off accomplishment like an old sweatshirt. Lean in, husband, let’s be clear:  You and I, unlikely…

At the storefront The old man sat with feet propped up gumboots scuffed through the black rubber In his twisted fingers he held a needle plying it through a patch spread over a torn net. Overhead, a cloud pregnant with rain thickened against the backdrop…

A manic young poet named Moore, Penned poems ’til his butt became sore. He was reminded, at last, To rescue his ass, Because Grubhub had come to the door.

Do have to suck a dick in front of a jury of faggot elders, to be queer enough for you ? Or is it ok with your queen-li-ness, If I do whom-the-fuck *I* wanna do? See: be it velvet pussy, Iron cocks, or genderfluid toys…….

“Christmas is my favorite holiday,” I say As everyone rolls their eyes And I understand it’s so cliche But try as I might I just can’t deny I love the magic, color playing with light Childlike wonder all around And the crisp in the air…

So Entitled   I deserve to travel, frequently enjoy dining in restaurants, delight in shopping for my own groceries. Almost never get stopped by police or have my authority questioned. Always have access to cable and internet, wear a becoming hair style and comfortable clothes,…

“All I knew was that I wanted to spend New Year’s Eve with you” What happened to that woman? What happened to the woman who leaned over the table and whispered “you look beautiful tonight” What happened to the woman who said “I’m going to…

He had been sick for awhile, I followed his nurse inside, trepidation welling up. A farmer, work showing in his calloused hands, In the middle of the room, A pristine hospital bed, in a small house. His wife was there, reporting fading life. The nurse…